"Is there anything else you wanted, Monica?" Ariel asked, her tone polite but firm. "I have a long day ahead, and I need to get ready." Monica shook her head, her smile faltering for a moment. "No, that's all. Congratulations on your new role as CEO. I'm sure you'll do great things." Ariel nodde
Chase’s eyes scanned the encrypted folder, his heart racing with anticipation. The revelation that his grandfather had bought a hotel with stolen funds from Ariel’s father’s company left him reeling. He stormed out of his office, determined to confront his grandfather. “Grandfather, how could you?”
Monica’s plan to eliminate Ariel intensified, her mind racing with schemes. The room was heavy with tension, emotions raw and exposed. Grandfather’s frailty and vulnerability contrasted with his sharp business acumen, leaving everyone on edge. Chase’s determination to protect Ariel and his children
Ariel entered Grandfather’s room, a warm smile on her face. “Good morning, Grandfather. I just wanted to check on you.” Grandfather’s eyes lit up, and he returned her smile. “Ah, Ariel, dear. I’m doing well, thanks to you. You’re a ray of sunshine in this gloomy house.” Ariel’s eyes sparkled wi
Ariel’s eyes met Chase’s, and she saw the anger and frustration there. But he remained calm, his voice even. “Monica, we’re not trying to replace you, and no one is taking Austin away from you. I was just trying to help,” Monica’s face twisted in a snarl. “You’re not capable of doing what’s best
Monica stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. Lisa was laughing and playing with her grandchildren, Star, Moon, and Austin, their joyful shouts and giggles filling the air. But Monica’s gaze was stuck on Austin, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn’t shake off. As
“Fine, I’ll leave him behind.” As she turned to go, Chase’s voice stopped her. “And Monica?” She turned back, her eyes meeting his. “Yes?” Chase’s gaze bore into her, his eyes flashing with a warning. “Don’t think about crossing me. I’ll be watching.” Monica’s heart shuddered as she nodded,
Caleb strode into the kitchen, his towel-clad physique drawing Monica’s gaze. She sipped her coffee, her eyes locked on his, irritation simmering beneath her surface. Caleb smirked, aware of her attention, and teased her about ogling his body. Monica’s face flushed, but she refused to acknowledge hi